Chapter 33 Cal
Cal
“She's…” Garrett pauses, catching his breath as he pants over my little doll, like a dog salivating over his next meal. “Perfect.”
The backs of his fingers brush against the smooth canvas of her cheek, tracing the bone down to her jaw, along her neck, lower...
“She's been so valuable to me.” I agree, watching him relish in the possibilities, all the filthy things he wants to do to her. “It's amazing, the way that everything changes when you have someone to come back to... someone you can put your dick in anytime you want.”
A strangled groan slips between his teeth as he splays his fingers across her throat, not enough to compress her air but enough to make my spine stiffen.
His eyes flick slowly to mine as his palm skates beneath the top of her dress, like he's waiting to see if I'll stop him.
I won't, of course. When his hand must close around her breast, he groans like it's the greatest fucking thing he's ever done.
I guess I've just introduced him to a kink he didn't even realize he had.
“You can just... do anything you want?”
“Of course.” I laugh. “With the amount I dosed her, she's not waking up, trust me. I could have every man at this party come down here and run a train. She'd not so much as bat an eyelash. She can't.”
As if testing that theory, I watch his hand move beneath her dress and realize he's pinching her nipple.
She doesn't react, of course. She can't.
But I can. It takes everything I have not to react and fucking kill him.
The idea of sharing her with someone I care about is enticing, but seeing his fucking hands on her is a test of my patience…
one I feel like I’m about to fail. I intentionally locked up anything I could use to kill him, anticipating this, but I can feel the beast breathing down my neck, needing me to go rip him apart with my bare hands.
Instead, I tamp it down.
We’re laying a trap, and Garrett is just the chum we’ll use as bait for the sharks.
He fell for it so goddamn easily it’s almost pathetic.
We parted ways amicably after Dex left, but after finding my little doll damn near in tears because she’d found herself alone with a few men who made her uncomfortable, I found him again easily.
I’d have killed them for that alone, but her wicked little mind formed a plan so quickly it was like she’d been thinking about it for months.
The men who were upstairs with her when I got there hadn’t done anything, she assured me, and that’s the only reason they walked out of my theater instead of being dragged out in a trash bag.
But she did say that they’d mentioned Garrett, that he had done something to Katrina, which had clearly rattled her…
rattled her more than me. And considering I tried to fucking kill her, I’m guessing he’s pretty heinous.
Given how quickly he jumped at the opportunity to fuck the unconscious girl I offered to him, I’d say we’re dead on with our assessment of him.
“Fucking hell.” He mutters, palming his dick through his pants as his arousal refuses to wait any longer. “I usually like when they cry, but this has me harder than I’ve been in years. And you're just going to let me...?”
He trails off, his eyes seeking mine for permission.
“Fuck her?” I laugh. “Yeah, for the right price, you can do whatever you want. I have her for as long as I want her. I don't mind sharing, as long as you promise not to break her.”
“Fuck.” He grunts. “And what's the cost? You paid a few grand for her, so what are you trying to do? Make a profit.”
“The film business has been slow.” I shrug.
He smirks at that, fucking asshole that he is.
Garrett Frazier Wilkinson knows it’s not the business that’s been slow. It’s the fact that his company is stealing my clients, my films, and my ideas right out from under me. He’s my enemy, but I’ve convinced him that we can share common ground.
Garrett wants everything I have. He always has. Of course, my little doll would be no exception.
“Anyway, payment will need to be made up front. You understand, of course.”
“Of course.” He agrees, the hand he's been rubbing over his crotch moving to his jacket pocket to pluck out his wallet. “How much?”
I laugh coldly as he opens his wallet, grabbing out a stack of cash.
“Your money is of no use to me. See, you're my first customer.
If you want her, you'll have to work on commission.
Bring me more customers, and I'll let you be the first to fuck her.
.. other than me, of course. Her pussy is astonishingly tight given how she was procured.
I'd live inside her forever if I could.”
And that's the fucking truth.
The last few hours have been agonizing, knowing she was down here all alone, probably cold and uncomfortable.
We’re in the boardroom, which is located in the basement.
It’s well renovated; it doesn’t even look like a basement, but the air is certainly cooler here.
It’s the only place I could lock up and ensure no one would stumble upon my little doll waiting to be fucked.
My body heat would warm her, and my cum would make her feel full, but I had to fulfill an obligation.
“Commission?” He mulls it over, thoughtful. “I'm not a fucking pimp.”
“Of course not.” I shrug, ignoring his implication that I am.
“But we both know word of mouth is the best way to bring in customers.
I'm trying not to get caught, so it's not as if I can go post a photo of her online and invite people over to fuck her. But if you just happen to mention my offer to a friend or two…”
He nods, catching on to my point. “But that means I can't fuck her yet. How will I know if she's worth it when my friends ask if I haven't sampled the merchandise?”
“Sample away.” I offer, gesturing to where she lies helpless, naked beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The dress I had custom-designed to highlight every fucking curve on her body. The dress I had imagined on my bedroom floor tonight.
I don’t know if that will happen now.
He watches me like he's waiting for me to laugh, to tell him I'm kidding, to leave. But I just cross my arms and lean against the cabinets, making it clear I won't intervene.
Once he seems to believe that, he turns back to her, watching her longingly.
He yanks her dress quickly over her hips and groans when he finds her bare beneath him, smooth and ready for the taking. His hand skates there automatically, reveling in her warmth as his fingers slip between her legs.
I'm sure she's dry there, her body not the least bit seduced by his pathetic touch, but whatever he feels is enough to make him commit. His hands go to his waist, unbuckling his belt. As he yanks his cock free, I stop him.
“You have a condom, right?”
He pauses, turning to me with his pathetic little dick poking above his pants.
“What? Is that necessary?”
“For you.” I nod. “I don't use one, but I know I'm clean. I'm not going to risk her contracting something that she'll pass to me because you didn't feel like wrapping it up.”
A frustrated growl crawls from the back of his throat. “You don't have any?”
“Of course not. I just told you, I don't use them.”
He tosses his head back in frustration, rubbing a palm over his face before nodding. “Fine. I'll take her throat then.”
“Not without a condom, you won't.” I shrug. “You don't just carry them on you?”
“No.” He snaps. “It's not my problem if a bitch winds up knocked up.”
“Of course.” I agree, making no point about how inconvenient it would be for him if he contracted some sort of disease from fucking everyone without protection. “What can I do then?”
“Jack your hand like your wife's out of town?” I shrug, and he accepts that I'm not letting any part of him inside her without protection.
I watch him grip his dick and take a breath, but then he glances at me.
“Can you give me a little privacy, maybe?” He snaps.
“You shy?” I smirk. “Don't worry, I have no interest in your cock. But I'm not about to leave you down here so you can slip it inside and fuck my girl unprotected. Just do your thing.”
To prove that I'm not interested in what he's up to, I pull my phone out of my pocket and tap around on it a bit, opening the camera app while pretending I'm simply scrolling.
There's zero chance that I'm not taking advantage of this moment for leverage in the unlikely event that he decides to turn on me.
My little doll had asked me if I recorded myself with her, and the idea had never occurred to me.
But now, it's occurred to me that I can't afford not to document everything.
He gives me a look of frustration, but it's not enough to make him tuck himself away.
“Just stay back.” He grunts, stroking himself with the palm of his hand down to the tip and then giving it a tug before working his way back up.
Considering his dick is barely even visible around his fist, I know there's not much of it.
He climbs over my little doll, straddling her bare legs, and returns to fisting himself.
He groans when he finds a rhythm, his shoulders tensing as he coaxes himself to pleasure.
His sounds turn animalistic, like a hungry rodent that's finally being fed, and then he cries out. It's a long, high-pitched sound that makes me stare hard at his back, wondering what the fuck just happened.
He's silent for a second before crying out again, and then his dick twitches out his release, his cum pooling just between the valley of my little doll's breasts.
“Fuck,” he gasps, panting to try and catch a full breath, his hand on his thigh to brace himself. I hope the old fucker isn't about to have a heart attack on top of my little doll. “She was that goddamn good, and I didn't even touch her yet.”
I stay as silent as my little doll does while he helps himself to a handful of her soft breast, groaning more gently this time.
Fucking end him now.
He marked her.
He fucking soiled her.
But he didn’t ruin her. And he didn’t get to experience the pleasure of her body.
I’ll let him live, just a little longer. Let him lead me to his friends, bringing me more victims on a silver platter.
“Next time I'll fuck you so hard,” he promises her, “you'll feel it when your master lets you wake up.”
“Just don't forget the condom next time.”
“Oh, I won't. I'll supply your little business with all the condoms you're gonna need.
And you're gonna need a lot. I've got no shortage of friends who could do with a little weekly stress release.
Your girl will be so busy you may have to stake your claim on her ass while that pussy's being used just to get your own fill.”
Satiated, he rolls off of her and steps into his pants, tucking himself away before turning to face me.
I stash my phone, showing him he's got my attention.
“So, how much are we talking? You have a flat rate or hourly?”
Hourly? Not a fucking chance I'm sharing her that long.
“Flat rate.” I shrug. “Just a couple hundred. She's well-cared for, obviously, and I need funds to maintain her care... and to protect my investment.”
“Okay.” He nods. “I know a few guys who will be interested.”
“Guys you know well? Because I don't want just anyone who can pay to fuck her. She's a premium product. You don't serve an '02 Cristal Roederer to peasants who would just as readily accept a glass of Verdi.”
He laughs at my reference.
“Of course. Swill for the swine, and diamonds for the debonair.”
I nod.
“I've got a poker game Thursday night. High stakes, no one who works anywhere making less than mid-six figures. Join me. See if my friends meet your standards.”
I watch him thoughtfully. “I'm not usually one for games.”
“No games.” He lifts his hands like that does anything to show his perceived innocence.
Oh, there will be. He’ll just be a player rather than an orchestrator.
“Just business. If you want to ante up, bring your wallet. Otherwise, just let my guys see who they're going to make a deal with. A show of good faith.”
I consider it another moment longer. “Where and when?”